West

I send Piper a text that I want her to suck me as hard as she can, and then I lift my thumbs off the screen and wait for her reply. The bubble on her side of the message appears. It disappears and returns again. She’s either writing a long-ass text or she’s having a hard time coming up with a response. I have a feeling it’s the latter. It didn’t take her more than two hours to reach out. And, now, I know much more than I should. She’s naked in her bathtub, and through the water, I see the outline of her tits and those perky pink nipples.

I doubt Cannon would be comfortable with any of that.

I don’t think Tilly would like it either or the picture I sent Piper.

But it’s done.

And, now, Piper knows I’m hard as fuck, wanting her lips around my crown.

Is this wrong?

Shit, I don’t know anymore.

But I know I want Piper’s mouth. I know how soft it is. I know how plump her lips are after I kiss her. I know how perfect they’d look around my cock.

My phone suddenly vibrates, showing another text from her.

Piper: Would you like to see me swallow?

She’d look so goddamn sexy with a bead of my cum on her mouth, her tongue sticking out to lick it off.

I reach down and adjust, the tip of my dick now extending past the elastic of my boxer briefs. I’ll need some relief soon because I certainly can’t spend the rest of my day like this.

West: You can do anything you want with my cum.

I like this side of her. I didn’t know it existed, but I’m learning that texting is much easier for her. She doesn’t have to look me in the face, doesn’t have to wonder what I’m going to do to her, doesn’t have to worry about her husband watching her scream out an orgasm. These are just words she types onto a screen. But she means them because, as much as she tried to hide it on the beach, I know I’ve gotten into her head.

She’s gotten into mine.

From the first smile she gave me, I’ve wanted her. I wouldn’t have acted on it, not unless she was a woman my wife brought home and I had permission to touch her. But, now that my cock has sunk into her warmth and wetness, I need so much more of her.

Piper: Like let you put it somewhere on my body? That’s hot.

West: You want me to mark you, Piper?

Piper: Yes.

I set my phone down until I feel it vibrate a few seconds later, not even giving me enough time to put my dick in my hand.

Piper: This conversation is making me sexgry.

West: What the hell is that?

Piper: Hungry for sex. Sexgry. A word made especially for you.

West: When can I stop being sexgry and have you?

Piper: Tomorrow night.

She’s already spoken to Tilly? I thought my wife would take a few days before she reached out to them. Unless that means Piper contacted Tilly first.

The thought makes me smile.

She really does want my cock as much as I want her cunt.

I figured I’d have to wait at least a week to have her, maybe a few. Cannon must have really enjoyed my wife. That surprises me because Tilly doesn’t seem like his type. And, for sure, I know he isn’t hers. She likes her women pretty but not her men. That’s Cannon all right—gelled and styled and primped or whatever those fucking guys do. Maybe Cannon’s prettiness reminds Tilly of all the women she likes to go down on.

West: Make sure your pussy is ready because I’m not going to be gentle with it.

I place my phone on the couch beside me and pick up the remote. Just as I start flipping through the channels, Tilly comes into the room. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts without anything on the bottom, and I can tell she doesn’t have on a bra.

She straddles my lap and says, “Oh.” Then, she looks down at my cock. “That didn’t take long.”

I still had a chub from my conversation with Piper, but seeing my wife’s nipples through my shirt got me right back up again. She has the most perfect fucking tits even if I had to pay for them.

“You’re still all sweaty. Why haven’t you showered yet?”

I shrug.

The real answer is because Piper started texting me. I’m not sure if I can tell my wife that or not. Part of me thinks it would turn her on. The other part thinks she’d get jealous, and that isn’t something I want to deal with. It will cut off my time with Piper, and I can’t let that happen.

“Just taking a second to catch my breath.”

She shifts her hips back. “You don’t get winded, baby. Not with the stamina you have.”

“It’s hot out there, and it takes a lot out of me.”

She pulls down the waist of my shorts, and my cock springs free. She takes it in her hand and rubs around the crown. “I don’t believe you.”

I don’t want to give anything away on my face, but the concern is there. Does she somehow know I’ve been texting with Piper?

“I think you were waiting for me to do this.” She rises and sticks the tip of my cock inside her. Then, she drops straight down, her pussy clenching as my entire shaft fills her.

Jesus, fuck, that feels good.

And I’m relieved as hell to hear she doesn’t know about the texts. She thinks I’ve been on the couch, waiting for her.

Maybe I have been.

This is what we’re good at after all. This is what I crave from her. This is what keeps me waking up next to her every morning. My wife knows how to ride a dick. She knows how to reach behind and tickle my balls just as I’m about to come. She knows that I like her nipples near my mouth in case I feel like biting them.

And I do.

I take one into my mouth, wrapping my teeth around the back, sucking the front and flicking it with my tongue. She moans loudly and uses my legs to hold her weight.

There’s no self-doubt with this one. No nervous energy. No reason to take things slow. She bounces over my fucking dick like she does everything else—with complete confidence.

I release her tit and lean into the cushion of the couch.

Her hands are now on her nipples, her hips grinding back and forth instead of rising and dropping.

“Enjoy the ride, baby.”